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Title: The town and city of Waterbury, Connecticut
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Anderson, Joseph, 1836-1916, ed Prichard, Sarah J. (Sarah Johnson), 1830-1909 Ward, Anna Lydia, b. 1850?
Subjects: Waterbury (Conn.) -- History Waterbury (Conn.) -- Genealogy
Publisher: New Haven, The Price and Lee company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ence to theimpression produced by the changes of later years: As I behold thee, cropt, deserted, bare, Thy forests felled to glut the furnace maw. My kindred mouldering neath those unkempt mounds. Their fields by strangers claimed, uncouth and raw. While desolation drapes thy untilled grounds,— Yet breathest thou still of youth, and all I see Brings back afresh my childhoods prime to me. Mr. Alcott survived an attack of apoplexy which occurred in theautumn of 1882, and lived until March 4, 1888. The companion son-net to that on Wolcott Hill, written the following week, is entitled* Immortality. Not alone for the Shakesperean quality of theopening quatrain, but for its noble sentiment throughout, it isworthy of quotation here: Welcome the tribute sometimes Fortune steals From youths exchequer to enrich old age ! What ample pension freely forth she deals To gild with glory his gray equipage; Whilst oer Times track slow roll his chariot wheels. Then Heavens gate enter. He, his heritage
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^/\y^tnA.-<^^^<^ ^:^^^c:^<^-t^^ (In his eighty-second year, travelling in Iowa, 1SS2.) POETS AND PROSE WRITEMS. 933 Of life receiving, breaks the sacied seals,—High privilege sole given to saint and sage !Life were but ashes, and one holocaust,If no fair future welcomed from its goal,No gate swung open to admit us,—lostWere all companionship, and blank the soul,—Ah, dead to all life holds and knows its own,If Youth survive not and uphold its throne. It is well remembered that Mr. Alcotts daughter, Louisa, whosecrown of authorship is so much brighter than his, survived himbut a single day. They are buried in Sleepy Hollow cemetery inConcord, between the graves of Emerson and Thoreau and near thegrave of Hawthorne. The poetry thus far referred to, as distinguished from the pro-ducers of it, had its origin outside of Waterbury. An exhaustivetreatment of the subject would involve at least a reference to oneor two men in the earlier time who remained in their native town,and

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